I cannot fathom the logistics of this, since they had to climb up two feet of slippery plastic; chew open a two-inch hole; and then climb in and out. My imagination conjures rappelling equipment made of string and paper clips.

They can jump.

I know. Mice got game.

Pix, I hope you heal quickly.

Ouch Pix, hope you feel better soon. And you too, Zen.

I'm having a hard time keeping up in Bitches these days, but I am reading along and thinking of everyone.

points at smonster's post, nods like a bobblehead

I'm having a hard time keeping up in Bitches these days, but I am reading along and thinking of everyone.

This.

They can jump.

OMG.

I got no email access since this morning (some server went down in uni, which gives me my email).

I'd say "The FOMO, it burns", except I know I have few emails to take care of ASAP (access to documents, etc.). It's almost afternoon here, and if it's some kind of a patience test, then I'm failing hard, and it ain't a pretty sight.

sobs, flailing fists GIMME BACK MY EMAIL ACCESS, DAMMIT!

Edited: it's back! Bitching works!

Good morning hangover. Oy. I'm applying the time-honored remedy of greasy breakfast food.

The dog and cat breakfasted on eel sushi (I accidentally ordered the wrong thing last night) and shrimp tails and now both are laser focused on trying to mind control me into producing more of this wondrous substance.

Haa, brenda, that's awesome.

In other news, my clueless and entitled friend NC is apparently catching up on my fb feed. ::headdesk::

I saw the link/challenge you posted.

I need to eat something but since being sick, my appetite has been nonexistent. Simultaneously, I have been drinking lots of beer for work. Not the best of combos. I have eggs and grits but the thought of cooking them (and cleaning it all up) makes me feel like, eh, I can just stay in bed.

So weird.